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They probably don’t even have pies and cake. They strike preemptively. Wonder if they’re hiring….
Not sure if this falls under “humor” or astonishment. So, I have cattle, chickens, turkeys and baby turkeys. Got 2 doggies too. A full time job and a business I run on the side. 4 of my 5 kids are outta the house. The youngest kid is in high school. Super kid, sometimes absent minded. We’ve all been super busy- with either school, work, gardening,doggie training or visiting Gma in the care center since her stroke. I had just completed my last shift before a long deserved summer vacation. Was starving and wandered around the store looking for some morsel of meat to nibble off a bone on the way home. So. an hour later- no meat, but I got home, snuggled into some jammies and was doing Suduko on my phone. THinking it might be time for bed finally. It was after midnight and I’d just finished a 10 hour shift. My daughter comes pouncing down the stairs well after midnight, and informs me that I MUST pick her up from school Friday 12 sharp. I look at her sideways, and say “take the bus”. She says, " I can’t. You DO KNOW that I’m in charge of the class pet for the summer, RIGHT? I’m bringing the hamster home for the summer. Dad signed the permission slip/".
So. in addition to all the critters and jobs, I am now the proud new steward and caretaker for Benadryl the Hamster. Currently trying to wrap my head around this situation. Not sure if I should laugh, cry, or just bury my head under a pillow. Who names a hamster Benadryl anyways!!!
Yeah, the name Benedryl was given to fool you into thinking the hamster is sleepy and doesn’t do anything. I’m guessing with 5 kids you’ve had hamsters over the years, but in case you haven’t, their sole purpose of existence is to escape. And… they are brilliant at it. Good luck!
Nope, never had a pet hamster with the 5 kids. Had a tree frog named Romeo. An Oscar fish named Boris. Cat named Cooties, Some neon fish named Benny and the Jets, A crownless rooster named Elvis. A large turkey named Ethel. A Salamander named Sammy. A turtle named Tootsie. No hamsters, though.
Now, as a kid, my brother and I used to have pet hamsters and also gerbils. My brother was an “outside of the box” kind of thinker. He created a “hamster hammock” by stealing one of my bras and hanging it low, across the cage. He plunked a hamster in each cup and away they swung. That was Fred and Wilma. (Barney and Betty were the gerbils.)
As it turns out, this particular hamster enjoys darkness and likes to sleep a LOT. Wondering if it is part sloth. IDK.
Just the thought of having another responsibility added to an already full schedule seemed a bit absurd in my tired state last night.
And yes, Benadryl is safe and sound upstairs in my daughter’s room now. I’m sure, as long as the doggies can’t reach the creature, things will be fine.
When my mother was in nursing school, she and the other students in the rooming house had two goldfish, named Leukopoenia and Cytopoenia.
Myself, I am partial to ratties:
Pure Speculation Meat has me speculatin’ down dark pathways of possibility. Pure Belly Clearance sounds like Indian food.